"That's something, and she'd find out, somehow or other. Send for her, Billy."
"No; she'd only worry. She'll be home before long."
"Not for two weeks. We shall all be dead by that time."
"I wish I could go to her."
"Why don't you?" she asked impulsively.
His smile was very sad, as he pointed to his crutches.
"I'm not up to a journey like that, Ted. I shouldn't make much of a figure, travelling alone."
"I'll go, myself, and bring her home."
"You can't. You're too young to take such a journey alone, Ted. It's good of you to think of it, but it wouldn't do. No; we'll stick it out somehow. It isn't as bad as if you weren't here to stand up for me."
She rose and stood beside him, resting her hand on his shoulder.